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From: | Astaroth Dees |
Subject: | Re: chelae sower |
Date: | Mon, 19 Dec 2005 00:52:00 -0500 |
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the general partially on top of the Komitet officer, their life fluids
now mingling as they soiled the ground.
He returned to the car and brutally pulled the young KGB agent out of
the front seat with one hand, the glistening blade of a hunting knife in
his other.
We have a lot to talk about, you and I, said the Jackal in Russian.
And you would be foolish to withhold anything. ... You wont, youre
too soft, too young. Carlos whipped the man to the ground, the tall
grass bending under the fall. He withdrew his flashlight and knelt
beside his captive, the knife going toward the agents eyes.
The bloodied, lifeless figure below had spoken his last words, and
they were words that reverberated like kettledrums in the ears of Ilich |
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